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  Hot Crossed Buns

  Spanking short stories: erotic, play and discipline

  Susan Kohler

  CCB Publishing British Columbia, Canada

  Hot Crossed Buns: Spanking short stories: erotic, play and

  discipline

  Copyright ©2007 by Susan Kohler ISBN-13 978-0-9783893-3-8 First Edition

  Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

  Kohler, Susan, 1950 Hot Crossed Buns: Spanking short stories: erotic, play and discipline / written by Susan Kohler. – 1st ed. Also available in print format. ISBN 978-0-9783893-3-8

  1. Sexual dominance and submission--Fiction. 2. Sadomasochism-- Fiction. 3. Corporal punishment--Fiction. I. Title. PS3611.O47H68 2007 813'.6 C2007-904209-0

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  Dedication

  This is dedicated to the man who warms my heart, and my bottom, and who sometimes allows me to warm his. He gave me a lot of ideas, love and encouragement. He kept me on my toes, or at least, not sitting down.

  And also to Paul, who has worked so hard with me, and also

  given me so much of his time, knowledge and support.

  Other books by Susan Kohler

  The Paddle Club Another Batch of Warm Buns The Heart of the Beast

  Preface

  Call me weird, many do. I’ve always wanted to be spanked, not that my parents ever did. Besides, I’ve always wanted to be spanked by a lover. In other words, I wanted a sexual spanking long before I even knew such a thing existed.

  Imagine my delight when I found literature that had sexual spankings on almost every page. Wow! But I soon got tired of the books I was finding that deal with spanking. Many were far too harsh, and made the women seem like victims, almost as if their only purpose was to give the spanker a bottom to spank. Most of them had no fun in them. Bummer! They were also, for the most part, either set in the past or in a foreign land. I wanted an updated, upbeat collection of stories with men I would like to be involved with, and women I would like to know. Finally I found a lover who loves to spank me and sometimes for me to spank him. I let him talk me into trying spanking. To this day, he thinks it was his idea. I was in Heaven! I had been writing some stories for him, so I put them together and wound up with a book of short stories. Imagine my shock when some of those stories got together, seemingly all on their own, and formed a novel. Eventually, I had two sets of short stories, and one full length spanking novel.

  In my stories, some of the spankings are just for fun, and some are for discipline. All sex is voluntary. Also, sometimes the one getting spanked is a man. I have found that many men are bottoms, or like to switch, but most stories are male spanks female or female spanks female.

  I put comments in front of each story, and at the end. In some ways these comments are my favorite parts to write. I feel like I’m chatting with a friend. Feel free to skip the comments if you’d like. Also, please remember that not everyone harbors a secret desire to be whipped or spanked, I just left anyone who doesn’t out of this book. All right everyone, drop your pants and bend over. Let the spanking begin!

  Contents

  1. Store Bought Pain ………… 9

  2. I’d Rather Face The Judge ………… 28

  3. Couples And Their Toys ………… 36

  4. Gee, Thanks Boss ………… 44

  5. Tender Lovemaking ………… 61

  6. My Butt Belongs To Daddy ………… 76

  7. Personal: The First Time ………… 99

  8. The Beast: Beauty Over A Log ………… 112

  9. Kiss My What? ………… 121

  10. The Spanking Of The Shrew ………… 126

  11. The Beast: Beauty In The Barn ………… 139

  12. Office Pranks, Office Spanks ………… 151 Author’s Note ………… 185

  One Store Bought Pain

  The story of what happens to a woman who has fantasized for years about being spanked, about how she felt intrigued by the idea of making her fantasy a reality. She soon learned that sometimes when you hire a faceless stranger to bring your secret fantasies to life, you can get much more than you bargain for. Sarah didn’t know where the fantasy had first come from or how it had taken such a powerful hold on her, but as far back as she could even remember she had quite often fantasized about being spanked and whipped. She had fantasies about it almost daily. She would get aroused thinking about a man ordering her to lower her panties, commanding her to place herself across his knees. She almost came before she got to the part where she pictured his large hand descending onto her bare bottom with a resounding crack!

  It was much more than a fantasy. She had a real desire to be spanked, and had always found literature with spanking scenes very arousing. Even when the spankings they wrote about were very extreme. Far too extreme for her to want in real life.

  Mind you, she had never been spanked in real life. In what she thought of as her rational self she thought that anyone who wanted a spanking, a hard spanking, was more than a little sick. Rationally, she thought that a man who enjoyed spanking a woman was abusive. Rationally, she was afraid of the loss of control and of the pain. Emotionally, however, she longed for a good hard spanking.

  She did not know why this fantasy turned her on. She was not attracted to the idea of pain. To the contrary, she was terrified at the very thought of the sting that a spanking would bring. She always had been afraid of physical pain. She was also sure she would die of nerves and embarrassment as she lowered her panties for the spanking. She could not even imagine standing in front of a man and preparing for him to punish her. She told herself that she must be sick or crazy but she desperately wanted the naughty daydreams to become a painful reality.

  In her favorite version of the fantasy, she went to a man, a complete stranger, and asked him, no, begged him, to give her a severe spanking. She didn’t want him to degrade her or order her around. He was not supposed to act mean or abusive in any way, except for the very tangible act of spanking her. He would be kind and considerate, but his manner would also be very firm and commanding. The man of her fantasy was nameless, faceless and almost unimportant, except as the means to her punishment.

  She would humbly ask the man for the spanking and when she got it, if it wasn’t harsh enough, she would quietly ask to be spanked again. The second time he would do it more severely, sometimes not just with his hand, but with a paddle or a whip.

  Once in a while, in her fantasy, there was a form of role reversal as a follow-up. In these fantasies, after punishing her, the man became a sort of sex slave who would do anything she wanted. He would go to any extent possible to give her pleasure.

  The fantasy had never happened to her and she was starting to feel an almost desperate urge for it. The spanking fantasy was all she thought about. It had become an obsession. Was she sick? She didn’t think so; she had heard it was a
fairly common fantasy. She read a lot of books like The Pearl and The Story of O.

  The problem was, how could she get a spanking? The one thing she had never done, couldn’t have done, was tell her lover what she wanted. She didn’t have a lover; in fact, she had never had a lover she trusted enough to share this particular fantasy with. She had never had someone who really cared about what she wanted, her former lovers had only seemed to care about satisfying their own needs.

  She was an attractive young woman; lively and good company so she dated often, of course, but there was no one she could allow herself to share her secret desires with. She kept her desire hidden like a shameful secret. Even though as a part of her fantasy she was supposed to be the one to bring up the subject, Sarah was very timid.

  She wanted to ask for the spanking, but she was too shy. What she really wanted was for an unknown tormentor who would actually compel her to ask explicitly for a spanking. Still, she couldn’t get up enough nerve to force herself to bring the subject up with any of her dates.

  What if she brought it up and the man thought she was sick? Perverted? Even more troubling, what if he agreed to do it? Would she like it? If she did not like it, would he stop at her word?

  One day she found a discarded underground paper. She found most of the articles a little sick and disgusting. The personal ads, however, were eye openers. There were pages and pages of ads from men and women offering to spank someone or to be spanked. Sometimes the ads were just a way to meet like-minded partners, and sometimes the ads were placed by people who spanked for money.

  Sarah finally decided to hire someone to give her the fantasy. She felt that someone who advertised in the adult personals would understand her desire, or at least not judge her for having that desire. She also had a deep-seated feeling that if she paid for the spanking her tormentor would really be just a faceless stranger, and she would actually be the one in control. The man she hired would do just what she wanted, in the way she wanted it done. Sarah was in for the surprise of her life.

  She got a newer copy of an underground singles’ newspaper that always carried suggestive ads, and then called the ones that mentioned discipline, or correction, or submission. She talked to several people, both men and women. The women were really helpful; they offered her advice and made her realize how prevalent her secret desires were, but for some reason she wanted to be spanked by a man. Several of the women mentioned a name and gave her a phone number. She didn’t see an ad from this man, but made sure she kept his number. After all, he had references for being safe and following the woman’s lead.

  Before calling him, she talked to a few more men from the paper. She tried to describe the scene she wanted, but she felt uncomfortable speaking to most of the men. None of them seemed quite right to her until she gave up and called the person whose name and number she got from several women. A man named Mac.

  On the phone, Mac sounded friendly, cheerful and surprisingly normal. He seemed very open. He listened to what she said she wanted, how she wanted him to treat her, and how severe she wanted him to be. He had some suggestions but he listened to her desires and his suggestions were designed to enhance her ideal scene, not to change it.

  He seemed perfectly understanding and agreeable to everything she said. She felt he would give her the precise fantasy she wanted, and in just the way she wanted it. She knew because of the references that she would be safe, and he would stop if she wanted him to. He said he had his garage set up just for spanking scenes. It was not a dungeon, just a really comfortable, soundproof room. He quoted her a reasonable price, and gently suggested a date and time. She made an appointment with him.

  It was even better for Sarah to realize that he wanted to be paid for spanking her because he would have no personal stake in the fantasy, except to please her. According to their agreement, there was to be no actual sex involved, just the spanking and the feeling of helplessness and submission that comes from being at the mercy of a stranger who would punish her without feelings, with no sympathy or compunction, but also without degradation.

  Sarah stood on the sidewalk with her legs shaking for a long time before she gathered her courage and walked up the gravel driveway at the address she had gotten from the voice on the phone. In her right hand was a riding crop that she had bought just for tonight, just for this still faceless stranger to use on her butt. It felt like it weighed a ton, and it was just too long to hide. She hoped none of his neighbors saw it. She flushed, thinking to herself of how it had felt to go into a saddle shop and buy it. She had been sure everyone in the shop knew why she was buying the crop, knew she wasn’t ever going to use it on a horse.

  She walked to the garage as Mac had instructed her to. Mac had been more than willing to go to Sarah, but he knew instinctively that part of her fantasy was to bring herself to him, to request the spanking. She remembered him telling her that the garage had been converted into a special room, just for one purpose: to accommodate women like herself. Women who wanted to be spanked.

  She arrived at his door at exactly 8 pm, the appointed time. He had warned her that there would be a penalty if she was late. As much as she wanted a spanking, she wasn’t sure she wanted a penalty, whatever it would be. She rang the doorbell and waited.

  As she stood at the door, she felt like her whole body was tingling with fear and anticipation, especially her backside. Her mouth was dry, and she felt shivers running down her spine. She waited, hardly knowing that what was behind the door would change her whole life. Forever.

  When he opened the door, the first thing she noticed was that the man she had hired was gorgeous. If she had ordered her ideal man from a catalog, he would look just like the man standing before her. He had dark wavy hair, bright blue eyes, a magnificent body with a muscular build and a great smile. He was dressed in tan slacks and a blue and white knit sweater that set off his eyes perfectly.

  “Hi,” he said, in a relaxed and friendly voice. He had the most friendly, open smile Sarah had ever seen. He also had a hint of humor in his face.

  “I’m Mac, you must be Sarah?” At her nervous nod, he said, “Come in. I won’t hurt you,” he paused and flashed her another smile, full of the devil and good humor, “much. Trust me. You’re right on time. I’m disappointed.” Sarah found her voice. “Why?” she asked, entering the room.

  He held the door to the room wide open, and looking inside, she could see that it was warm and cozy, furnished like any ordinary bedroom. It had a large four poster bed and a dresser, both in walnut. The room had a closet, a bathroom and even a small refrigerator. The walls were painted a pale blue, and the bedspread was royal blue. He had told her over the phone that the room was completely soundproofed.

  “So you can scream all you want.” She remembered that he had laughed with genuine good humor when he told her that, but Sarah still felt another race of shivers run down her spine.

  He shut the door behind her and locked it with a loud click, bringing her back to the present and stopping her memories cold in their tracks.

  “I promised you a penalty for being late,” he said softly. “Maybe I should give you a penalty for disappointing me,” he whispered in her ear. “That hardly seems fair!” It was a weak protest.

  “Sarah, my sweet, I’ve been known to spank women for just breathing. How is that fair?” He smiled at her, then flashed her a stern look. “So? Why were you not late?” “I’m sorry, I was too scared to be late,” Sarah whispered. “Silly girl,” Mac chided, “come here.”

  She entered the room and walked right into his arms. His hug was warm and friendly. His large, gentle hands were sliding up and down her back and slowly made their way down to her ass. He raised the dress she was wearing without breaking off the hug, still reaching around her. He gave her several hard, sharp slaps on her behind. He slid his hands inside her underwear taking one cheek in each hand and squeezing it gently. He slid his hands out of her panties and gave her ass a couple of more sharp slaps. To Sarah the slaps we
re stinging and felt great, but they were not enough. She wanted more. Finally he released her from the hug and stepped away from her.

  He looked at her expectantly. “Okay, Sarah, what do you want?” he asked gently with his soft, deep voice.

  It was finally happening. Her fantasy was about to begin. Some of the things she had discussed with him on the phone were the Victorian novels she had read. In the books, the girls were always made to ask for their punishment in very explicit and humiliating ways. Now it was her turn. She froze.

  “I want you to give me a good hard spanking.” Her voice was a soft shy whisper; her face was warm with a blush. Mac prodded her, his voice soft but still firm, “Sarah?”

  “I’m torn, I want to run and I want to stay,” she admitted in a soft voice.

  Mac had an uncanny instinct about these things so he asked her quietly, “How will you feel if you leave now? After coming this far?” “Very smart,” Sarah smiled, her humor returning, “and painless, and... ” “Like a coward?” Mac supplied.

  “Yes,” she admitted, “like a coward, and still curious, and embarrassed.”

  “Never feel embarrassed around me, Sarah dear, I’m not judging you,” Mac smiled. “I think you’re judging yourself. I do think, however, that if you leave you’ll regret it, and you’ll punish yourself for it. I think you’ll be even harder on yourself than I ever could be. So tell me Sarah,” he took on a harder tone, “what do you want?”

  She bit at her lip, then shot him a pleading look with her big green eyes. “Please, Mac, give me a spanking.” Her voice sounded small, her throat was tight and dry.

  “A spanking?” he asked gently, seeming to consider the idea. “Hard?”

  She nodded, her short red curls bouncing, and then she found her voice, “Hard.” She moved quickly to do as he requested. “Bare bottom?” he prodded, drawing her out. “Yes,” she barely made any sound.